"What else? Don't forget you volunteered to participate; I didn't ask for it," Tang Ziyi spread her hands, feigning innocence.
"You really treat me like your Doraemon," Ling Qingyu shook her head bitterly. "What's my role this time, fully-covered logistics officer?"
"You can be if you want," Tang Ziyi smiled. "Please accept the girls if they have a nature call."
Ling Qingyu's face darkened at the thought of her girls entering her bracelet for that sole purpose, effectively turning it into a portable toilet—worse than Doraemon.
"Stop giving me that angry look. Don't you care about their safety? Their comfort? Their privacy?" Tang Ziyi continued her rhythmic attack. "Oh, those poor girls. They could have lived good lives, but because of their unscrupulous, abusive boss…"
Ling Qingyu wanted to swear and slam this bastard's head. If people didn't know her well, they might actually think she was a boss who exploited her employees.
